The Blood Crown

After Chen Kui left, Yan Sikong sat stiffly in the study for a long time, thinking about the pros and cons, often at such times, the least he thought about was himself.

He is indeed as Feng Ye said, he will use any means to achieve his goals, but there are no exceptions, and the exceptions are all given to one person, who once put Feng Ye's life above all his own.

If there is no Feng Ye, he will probably follow Chen Yu. In this way, he will be able to firmly control this legitimate future emperor. He is not afraid of bleeding and dying, and he doesn't care about his bad reputation. How can he care about lying on the couch? Those lying there are people or ghosts.

But he couldn't do it, he couldn't convince himself to "betray" Feng Ye, even if he didn't owe Feng Ye anything.

He was so engrossed in thinking that the people around him were undecided, until the flame of the candle cast a shadow on the ground, he suddenly raised his head, facing Shang Yuan Nanyu's disguised face.

"... When did you come in?"

Yuan Nanyu didn't speak, but stared at Yan Sikong for a while, and then slowly said: "I just hid outside with my breath closed."

Yan Sikong's heart skipped a beat, and his face sank: "Did you hear that?"

"I was just skeptical before, especially after seeing Mrs. Qi, so I always wanted to find a chance to confirm it." Yuan Nanyu whispered, "If I'm not outside, are you going to keep it from me?"

"What do you want me to tell you?" Yan Sikong mocked, "Tell you that Chen Kui wants to accept me as a male concubine? Isn't it ridiculous?"

Yuan Nanyu pursed his lips: "If Feng Ye knows..."

"Will you tell him?" Yan Sikong stared straight at Yuan Nanyu.

"He ordered me to report everything related to you in detail."

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes: "Even if it might ruin a big event?"

Yuan Nanyu paused, his chest heaved vigorously, and he unconsciously turned up the volume: "You said you could control Chen Kui between applause, but now it seems that he has such unreasonable thoughts about you, what should you do?" ? Did you follow him?"

Yan Sikong stood up and took a step closer to Yuan Nanyu: "Do you also think that I will take off my clothes and belts to serve Chen Yu for the sake of power? Just like Feng Ye?"

"...No." Yuan Nanyu quickly argued, but the blunt tone of his voice might have betrayed what he was thinking.

"No?" Yan Sikong smiled coldly, "You just care about my face, so you can't say it clearly."

"I……"

"Yu'er." Yan Sikong looked at him, "The relationship between me and Feng Ye is hard to get back, but even so, he is different from Chen Yu. If I only serve people with sex for the rest of my life, I am living Until now, you underestimated me."

Yuan Nanyu's eyes wandered, and he said in a low voice: "I didn't think that way, I was just... worried about you."

"Are you worried about me, or are you worried about me betraying Fengye? I don't want to get into the details. I just want you to put the overall situation first. Don't let Fengye know about such trivial matters. It will cause trouble."

"But, Chen Kui is so jealous of Feng Ye, how can the two of them work together."

"As long as he wants to be the emperor, he has to submit." Yan Sikong said coldly, "He finally surrendered to me. After all, he didn't lose his mind, and his mind is still clear."

Yuan Nanyu still frowned, unable to hide his worry.

-

Knowing that he couldn't keep Yan Sikong, Chen Kui had no choice but to let Yan Sikong go back, and prepared soft luggage for him, and sent [-] elite soldiers to escort him out of Yunnan.

On the day of departure, the two met alone in the study for the last time. In order to avoid suspicion, Chen Kui would not send him off.

"When will Mr. come back?" Chen Kui looked at Yan Sikong earnestly, with undisguised nostalgia and sadness in his eyes.

Yan Sikong replied: "When the time is right, I will definitely return to Your Highness."

Chen Kui smiled bitterly: "Do you know how much I don't want you to go, I even..."

Yan Sikong looked at him until he swallowed the following words back into his stomach.

Yan Sikong took a step back, knelt down and kowtowed: "Your Highness, take care."

Chen Kui helped Yan Sikong up, his eyes refused to move away from Yan Sikong's face, and the hand holding Yan Sikong's wrist also tightened secretly.

Yan Sikong withdrew his arm calmly, bowed deeply again, turned and left.

"Mr." Chen Kui shouted from behind.

Yan Sikong stopped in his tracks.

Chen Kui took a deep breath, straightened his chest, and said loudly: "One day I will be ordered by the heavens to inherit the great order, and I will definitely want you to stay by my side!"

Yan Sikong didn't look back, and left directly.

He has heard countless bold words in his life, but he only puts an eight-year-old child's words in his heart.

-

Most of the bandits had been wiped out, and they were escorted by a large army. They left Yunnan smoothly and rushed to Datong day and night.

On the way, they heard that the imperial court sent envoys to see Nada Khan again, and brought rich gifts with them.

It was already a month after returning to Datong. The group was ashamed and exhausted, but as soon as they entered the city, they were summoned by the wolf king.

A group of people were taken to Jingyuan Palace.The last time he came to Datong to see Xue Ronggui, he came to this old mansion to see it. Of course, after the accident in Zifeng's family, the palace was already deserted, so he just stopped and stared from a distance, with only sadness in his heart.

Looking at this mansion again after a year, it has been completely refurbished, and it is even more magnificent than the palace in the capital. This place is worthy of being the Datong of the Feng family.

The servant asked Yuan Nanyu and others to settle down for a short rest, and then led Yan Sikong to see Feng Ye alone.

He walked all the way to the inner courtyard, where he saw Feng Hun who was dozing under the tree and Feng Ye standing aside.

Suddenly, Yan Sikong seemed to see the afternoon when he reunited with Feng Ye, it was also Jingyuan Palace, a towering tree, a man and a wolf, but one was far away in the capital, but they cherished each other, and the other was close at hand. But they are so close.

Yan Sikong only felt that his breathing stopped for a moment, and his heart seemed to be dragged down by something.From the day they separated, he forced himself not to think about his personal relationship with Feng Ye, but the more he suppressed, the more inflated he became.He clearly didn't want to see Feng Ye again, and obviously didn't want to see, hear, or feel the malice from Feng Ye again, but it wasn't until he saw this person again that he realized that he still wanted to see him. It's better to be social...

Feng Ye also turned around and saw Yan Sikong, he couldn't hide his emotional fluctuations for a moment, his eyes changed, became focused and sharp, as if he wanted to catch the person in front of him with his eyes.

The servant retreated knowingly, Feng Hun opened his single eye, and looked at Yan Sikong without blinking.

I haven't seen him for more than half a year, Feng Ye already sits in Qianzhou and Datong, the Northwest is the king, with 12 heavy soldiers in his hands, the aura is even more compelling than before, every breath, every breath is condescending and majestic.

And Yan Sikong is full of travel and dust, his clothes are dirty and old, and his appearance is haggard. Compared with Feng Ye, who is dressed in brocade and fine clothes, he looks like a beggar.

Feng Ye took a big step towards Yan Sikong, but restrained his foot, stretched out his hand, and ordered: "Come here."

Yan Sikong walked over, one step at a time, but it was like walking on a swamp, constantly sinking deep and struggling.

When he was only an arm's length away from Feng Ye, his eyes flickered, his body was pulled by that domineering force, and he was pulled into his arms fiercely.

Yan Sikong closed his eyes, the sky and the earth seemed bigger than this embrace, he was probably too tired, so he allowed himself to indulge in this moment.

Feng Ye desperately suppressed the raging thoughts, and whispered: "You've lost weight."

Yan Sikong took a deep breath and only gave a soft "hmm".His nasal cavity was sore, and he had the urge to cry. He even felt a great longing, urging him to stretch out his hand and hug Fengye back.

His hands were trembling, and he lifted them up cautiously, but was overwhelmed by a sudden fear, he froze for a moment, and then put them down in a slumped manner.